08 Jul | 30 days of music / art / music / personal / writing | 3 comments

I woke up that day the same, sort of, as many other days, with my mom rousing me to wake up and get dressed. I’d just started college a few weeks before, still living with my parents, still getting into the rhythm, and still amazed by how early a 9:30 am class could seem even though I had been used to getting up for school that started at 7:50 for many years.

There was something different that day, though, a note of panic and surprise. “Someone crashed a plane into the World Trade Center!”